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A rooster is
crowing,
Though it is
still dark...
His impatience
showing,
For daylight's
first spark.
The sound of the
rustle,
Of wind through
the leaves...
Still gentle, no
hustle,
In first morning
breeze.
The sun that is
yawing,
Still hidden
from sight...
Close to the
dawning,
Of first morning
light.
A dog down the
road,
Wakes and then
barks...
Guard duty
a load,
As his owner
departs.
I sit on
the porch,
Cup in my
hand...
Wait for
the scorch,
Of
sunlight's hot brand.
The frogs
still are croaking,
And
singing their last...
Enjoy one
more soaking,
As night
time moves past.
So
quick now the silence,
As if on
strict cue...
For now
in the distance,
The
sun comes to view.
I get
up with sighs,
No words
need be spoken...
No more
unique cries,
End
of night now broken.
© 03/18/08 Loree
(Mason) O'Neil
Midi
playing is: Crying Time
Performed
by Harry Todd
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